24 hours without the girls last week was easy...even blissful.
Dealing with their constant need for attention after they got home was really hard.
It's relatively easy to get loads into the washer and even switched over to the dryer.
It's hard to get clothes folded and put away (especially socks).
It's easy to make love to my husband when I've had plenty of rest and aren't stressed out.
It's hard to generate any sort of romantic energy on most days.
It's easy to take care of 5 kids on school vacation with no sporting events.
Managing the logistical nightmare of all the kids' sports each week is hard.
Loving all the kids is very easy.
Convincing all of them that I love each one of them on a daily basis is hard.
Remembering how much I should be thankful for every day is easy.
Remembering how much we've all lost is hard. Painfully hard.
Telling funny stories about Jeanne and Mike is easy.
Telling funny stories about Jeanne and Mike is hard.
Wanting to be everything for everybody is easy.
Being everything for everybody is hard.
It's easy to get things done around the house when I'm by myself.
It's hard to feel so alone.